Only yesterday powdered and lustful I walked
In this various and resonant world.
Today how long ago the lot was drowned.
Here is a thing.
There is a thing.
Something looks like this.
Something else looks different.
How easily one can blow out
The whole blossoming earth.
The sky is cold and blue.
Or the moon is yellow and flat.
A wood contains many single trees.
Nothing is worth weeping for.
Nothing is worth screaming for.
Where am I--
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